Chapter 42: More Ambition

We need a pretext, an excuse for an open-minded landing, an excuse for a traditional empire to openly go to war with the Holy See.

Captain Mad Dog, Moya Matos, hummed a song as he watched a row of priests enter the dining room before returning to the wheelhouse of the armed merchant ship. As soon as he entered, he took off his hat and greeted the first mate, who was in command.

"The Isabel and the Manor fleet are now under the command of Moya Tomas."

Through a huge brass horn, the officer on duty conveyed a message of the change of command to the entire ship and the armed merchant fleet.

First mate Elody Begui, the half-brother of Baron Radwan Begi, placed the telescope in front of Captain Moya Matos to represent the completion of the entire alternation of command. After a night of duty, Elody Beji was very tired.

"There's no danger. Even though I know there must be, I still have to ask you as promised. There should be nothing to threaten us."

"It stands to reason that there should be pirates here, but I don't know why I didn't find them. The captains of the five Karak battleships in the fleet, disguised as armed merchant ships, seemed to be a little flustered, and had been complaining to me for a night. You see, those two boats have just returned." First mate Elody Beggie said lightly.

He handed Mad Dog Moya Matos a thick cigar.

"I stole it from my brother last time, you know, and now there's a lot of new gadgets. But this is not the kind of tobacco that was shipped from El Dorado, but was given to him by the people in Laos Port."

First mate Elody Beggie doesn't like to follow his serious brother. Especially his own brother, who became a baron. He couldn't see his brother wearing a flowery fake collar on the outside of his dress, especially spraying strange perfume on his body.

They are children who grew up in the gutters of the city. Stealing, robbing, the more chaotic it is, the more it is a paradise for your own life. So, he simply came to the mad dog fleet on his own, and here he felt as if he were in his own distant home.

The Mad Dog Fleet is best equipped with a fleet of disguised merchant ships and armed ships escorting merchant ships. When they meet their targets, armed merchant ships will come out directly to meet them, and then leave the battlefield as if they are invincible.

In the eyes of the target, they have become beauties who have been *** dressed.

But in their hearts, they are actually hounds who have thrown off their burdens.

These armed merchant ships would then return after the battle and hunt the survivors adrift at sea with their muskets and cannons. This is the tradition of the mad dog fleet, there will be no living mouth, no one will be left behind.

This time, too, they disguised themselves as a fleet of armed merchant ships, quietly waiting for someone to take the bait.

"The pirates won't come."

Mad Dog Moya Matos is above the sea, with his own experience and shrewdness gained from combat.

He puffed out a puff of cigarette into the air.

"We need the Baron to be a shareholder of the Dutch East India Company. We need this banner to help us, and your brother wants this too. Dear Ellodi, whatever else your brother Baron Radwan needs, we should make it happen, right?"

"That's nature. We're all kids of the same neighborhood, aren't we?"

Radwan, Elordi, and Moya are good friends who grew up together. Only some old people know about this, but not much is known in the fleet as a whole.

"So, your brother needs some performance to show that he can fill in some gaps. We also need some new territory and money. He led this main fleet to attack the so-called Penghu Islands of the Ming people. And we're going to lay the groundwork for him. Isn't it?"

"Besides, when did you see me doing only the work of foreshadowing?"

Moya knew that it wasn't the captains of those ships who were anxious, but that Elordi felt that he was being despised by his brother. The fleet that attacked the Penghu Islands did not include Elordi's name, but the Mad Dog fleet and his name

Appears in the list of jamming tasks.

Elodi and his brother were like that. Sometimes two people can't look down on each other, and when something happens, they don't want to talk, and more often they have to talk through mad dogs.

"Aren't we auxiliary work? Do you really think so? My brother, since he became a baron, doesn't seem particularly optimistic about you. Now he has so many officers from Holland on hand, and he didn't take you with him this time, mad dog." Elody finally spoke her mind.

"Hehe~~~"

Mad dog Moya didn't speak, just smiled. But he knew that if he smiled like this, Elordi would not be able to help it.

Sure enough, Elordi sat directly in the chair across from him.

"Am I not right? Don't talk about you, don't talk about me, just say that the captains who followed him from birth to death are not also waiting for the sun here with us? What's the matter, seeing that he has hope, so many children sent by nobles are even stronger than me? More powerful than you?" Elordi said loudly.

Moya the Mad Dog is a kind, talkative brother in front of Elodi, not fierce at all.

He clasped his ears with his little thumb.

"Dear Xiaodi, why do you think the people who followed him from birth to death are here now? Think about it with your little head. Besides, where there's my mad dog, guess what's going to happen? Don't you have a little bit of self-confidence?"

"One Penghu, the future Misora Bergi Islands, is far from enough for him to become a shareholder."

"Why!" Elordi's voice was unusually high-pitched.

"Why do those old immortals who are already dying and have no strength to speak still occupy the position of shareholders? Why can't my brother?" Elordi was very angry, and in his eyes, his brother was the best in the world.

"The timing, the timing is different. You can't blame anyone else for that. Even when I offered to go to the Far East with the fleet, didn't you and your brother still disagree? Not to mention the first shareholders who formed the East India Company. In terms of their vision and courage, they really deserve to enjoy it."

At this time, if you don't know what happened in the cafeteria, no one will associate a person who looks like a teacher with the word mad dog.

"Why are you still speaking for those who won't even let us in!" Elordi didn't understand Moya's words the mad dog.

"We are just trying to get a place, just as we used to try to steal a basket of bread from Madame de Lausanne's house. Don't think that Madame de Lausanne will lose her temper if she doesn't give you bread."

"I'm not the kid I was then, but you, like my brother, still treat me like a child, and you never tell me what you think!" Elordi exclaimed.

"Why, I'll tell you now. You're going to have to listen up."

"We need an excuse, an excuse to land on the continent in front of us, an excuse for a traditional pagan empire to openly go to war with the Holy See."

"Why?" Elordi asked, puzzled.

"When there is no danger, the soldiers outside will create danger to the emperor in the court, right? Do you remember how we cheated money out of fat tailors? We told him that nine out of ten people who walked through the suburban Black Forest died, didn't we? He had to pay ten times the price for us to deliver the goods. It's the same thing now."

"So, we're actually the main attacking fleet, understand?"

"Phew, hum."

He pointed to the distance with his cigar and said:

"Even if they had vision, they would have enjoyed enough of it now. You just said a good thing."

"They're so old, they don't even have the courage to take risks."